Chapter 19: The Birth of the God of Slaughter

One hour later, at the edge of the black mist.

A red civet cat darted through the mountain forest, its movements light and agile, far exceeding those of a normal creature.

Beside the civet cat, a sword pellet—now the size of a normal sword—flew to and fro, with a small, exquisite Spirit Rhinoceros Horn tied to its hilt.

"Still angry?"

Xi Luo leaped through the forest, not forgetting to look back at the sword pellet that had been silent for a long time.

Ever since leaving Li Family Village, the sword pellet had fallen into silence.

Only by responding from time to time did it let Xi Luo know that the sword pellet could still communicate with her through the Spirit Rhinoceros Horn.

[I am not angry; I am merely maintaining efficiency.]

[Using the Spirit Rhinoceros Horn consumes a large amount of Primordial Qi, and now that I am separated from my main body, every bit of Primordial Qi is extremely precious.]

[At non-essential moments, meaningless communication only affects my endurance.]

The sword pellet’s voice was slightly cold, completely different from the emotion-filled voice when the main body held the Spirit Rhinoceros Horn.

This was a characteristic of the sword pellet, and also its strength.

No matter what kind of danger it encountered, the rational, ruthless sword pellet could make the most correct decision in the shortest amount of time.

"How can you call this meaningless communication?"

Not liking Li Boyang in this state, Xi Luo continued to retort.

"We are comrades who will be fighting side by side; mutual exchange and communication are the most basic requirements!"

"Otherwise, if we make different judgments, whose should we follow?"

Hearing this, the golden sword pellet suddenly shot out, flying into the black mist not far away.

"Awoo!"

Accompanied by a beast-like roar.

The decaying beast hidden in the black mist vanished instantly.

When the sword pellet returned to Xi Luo’s side, his cold voice entered the depths of Xi Luo’s heart once again through the Spirit Rhinoceros Horn.

[Of course, you follow mine!]

The sword pellet’s voice had no emotional fluctuation, only cold killing intent and confidence.

"..."

Silently watching the flying sword, Xi Luo remained quiet for a long time.

Because a thought suddenly arose in the depths of her heart—should she have let Li Boyang participate in this battle?

Ever since that day when Li Boyang laid his cards on the table.

Both sides had agreed to work together to deal with the evil ghost hidden in the Black Cloud Marsh.

But judging from the current situation, Li Boyang’s main body and the sword pellet seemed to be two completely different forms.

Xi Luo was not sure if this situation was good or bad for Li Boyang.

The only thing she was certain of was that Xi Luo did not like Li Boyang in this state.

"Do you know?"

"Your current state is very similar to the Ruifu you killed not long ago."

Xi Luo was never someone who could keep things to herself, so she quickly took the initiative to speak again.

"Equally cold, equally bloodthirsty, and even equally arrogant..."

"I am starting to regret saving you."

"Perhaps what I saved was never some auspicious omen from heaven, but a natural-born God of Slaughter."

When saying this, Xi Luo recalled the scene of the strange old man fighting the golden sword pellet.

Whether it was that strange old man or that golden sword pellet...

To Xi Luo, who lived in the mountains, there was no difference; at most, it was just a bit of fun.

It was not until Li Boyang stopped absorbing the innate Qi of the mother.

And even took the initiative to trigger his protective sword Qi when Chen Yun was in danger.

That Xi Luo became curious about this guy who lacked common sense and took the initiative to help him be born.

"Do you know?"

"I have actually never been very smart, and I am quite lazy."

"So even after becoming a Mountain God, I rarely made choices that could influence the fate of others..."

"If my sister hadn't often taught me that a Mountain God should protect the land, I would probably still be sleeping in the mountains!"

Pausing slightly, a rare look of seriousness flashed in Xi Luo’s eyes.

"Little one, but I want to tell you something now..."

"If one day you truly fall into the path of slaughter and become a fierce god, I will be the first Mountain God to stand before you."

Upon hearing Xi Luo say this, the golden sword pellet could not help but pause.

The cold killing intent that had been permeating the sword body seemed to dissipate a little.

[Don't worry, that day will never come.]

Under the effect of the Spirit Rhinoceros Horn, Li Boyang’s firm determination was transmitted into the depths of Xi Luo’s heart along with these words.

[To me, slaughter will always be the last resort.]

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[I will not let that day happen, I promise you.]

Quietly opening the vertical eye between his brows, Li Boyang remained silent for a while with a detached expression.

Because upon careful reflection, Li Boyang had actually killed a Tu Lou before he was even born.

Not long after he was born, he killed a fierce god.

Now, he was even going to accompany Xi Luo to slay those corrupted creatures attempting to accelerate the expansion of the black mist.

The most critical point was that, influenced by the golden sword pellet, Li Boyang had no real sense of slaughter at all.

In a sense, Li Boyang was even more outrageous than those decisive transmigrator predecessors—because he could not even achieve the most basic empathy.

His soul clearly came from the twenty-first century, from that country with an ancient civilization and universal morality.

Yet now, Li Boyang seemed capable of killing without any guilt, lacking the most basic reverence for life.

Especially when most of his mind was invested in the sword pellet, even the emotions of Li Boyang’s main body became indifferent.

[If there were psychologists in this era...]

[In this state, I would definitely be diagnosed as a natural-born sociopath, right?]

Thinking of this, Li Boyang’s gaze could not help but sweep toward the sleeping couple, Li Yu and Chen Yun.

At the thought of their devotion to him, Li Boyang’s heart, which had already become calm, stirred once again.

The values and thinking of an adult allowed Li Boyang to clearly understand what was kindness and what was hatred.

He dared not guarantee whether long-term use of the sword pellet would make his emotions even more indifferent.

But Li Boyang knew that he could use the thoughts and morality of his past life to restrain this self that was gradually spiraling out of control.

[I will not engage in meaningless slaughter, and I will never draw my sword against the friends and family around me...]

[No matter what I become in the future, I will not cross my current bottom line.]

As the conviction in his heart became clearer, the baleful aura that was continuously pouring into Li Boyang’s body seemed to undergo some unknown change.

Under the moonlight, the invisible baleful aura quietly gathered, faintly forming a twisting, changing shadow.

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